Chapter 953: Chapter 644: Heaven-Defying Dragon Demon, Mighty Roc, Immeasurable Celestial Lord!

Meng Chuan wielded the demon-subduing spear with both arms, twisting its shaft as the frosty crescent moon split open Bo Gang’s abdomen.

Countless bolts of thunder burst forth, scattering wildly from the wound, causing Bo Gang’s limbs to shrivel and crack.

The crocodile teeth in his mouth loosened and sank into the water, and from his toothless maw erupted a massive and peculiar wail:

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Bo Gang’s shrill scream echoed for miles, lingering in the air.

Listeners lamented, those who heard felt sorrow, making it hard not to shed a few crocodile tears.

Swish—

A terrifying giant hand grabbed Bo Gang’s corpse and dragged it swiftly to the bottom.

A shadow revealed a grin, amidst the dispersing blood and stifling atmosphere, appearing rather fierce and intense.

Its figure compressed slightly, as a large dragon head appeared on its shoulder.

Meng Chuan dragged Bo Gang over to the dragon demon’s mouth:

"Can you eat this? It seems to also count as... a dragon?"

The pig-dragon also has "dragon" in its name, a distant relative, probably counts!

Besides, Bo Gang is the divine son of the pig-dragon, far more nourishing than ordinary dragon species.

The dragon demon sniffed and greedily licked the blood in the water.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan further activated his restored water control ability, extracting Bo Gang’s blood from the surroundings and forming a large cluster, which the dragon demon eagerly absorbed.

Soon after, the dragon demon swam in the water, dragging Bo Gang between the rocks with its mouth, preventing the hollow corpse from floating up, then burrowing in to feast heartily.

After a while, once the dragon demon emerged with a bulging belly, the crocodile monster had turned into a riverbed skeleton.

"Was it delicious?"

The dragon demon eagerly nodded, its expression ingratiating, understanding that it owed everything to its leader; gratitude was essential!

Meng Chuan then asked:

"Can you foster Bo Gang’s... divine power of water control?"

This cosmos, with their divine sons and chosen ones possessing divine powers, most inherit them from the womb, contained in their bloodline.

Having drained Bo Gang, can the dragon demon "steal" any of that innate ability?

Even if not up to divine power standards, something lesser would still be quite good.

It would be perfect for Meng Chuan to make a dynamic comparison with his Five Elements control.

The dragon demon’s face showed confusion; Meng Chuan’s words were somewhat complex, and it didn’t understand.

Meng Chuan explained again in detail, and the dragon demon somewhat understood.

It pondered for a moment, using its two claws to scoop water towards its mouth.

"Eating?"

The dragon demon nodded vigorously, then shook its head.

Its expression showed hesitation, indicating towards itself.

"Needs digestion..."

Meng Chuan was thoughtful, simultaneously summoning the dragon demon back within, his form gradually rising.

Just like digesting the Big Buddha Head, it requires "nutrients" to nurture the "organ" for water control.

Much like the third vertical eye on the forehead.

Meanwhile, the dragon demon shook its head, indicating for him to work hard himself, to elevate the Cyan Netherworld Dragon Lock Body.

Cyan Netherworld Dragon Lock, Qi Nourishing Armor, and his self-created Blood Exchange and Body Refining, aided by the Dragon Zen Secret Technique.

The combination of these four methods should enable the dragon demon to evolve once more.

Master divine power?

The demon-subduing spear dispersed into particles, returning to the internal scenery of lungs and gold mountain veins for nurturing, Meng Chuan shook his head in admiration:

"Tsk tsk, this thing is becoming something extraordinary..."

With the dragon demon continuously evolving, who knows what it might become...

...

By the riverbank.

Long Jiu and several others, relying on their Three Limits strength, stood by the river craning their necks to look underwater.

Everyone heard Bo Gang’s previous shrill scream.

The fog shrouding the Wei River F section had long faded, the water surface calm and motionless, yet still no sign of anyone.

What’s happening now?

If Bo Gang is dead, why hasn’t Meng Chuan surfaced yet, how long can he hold his breath underwater...

Naturally, they were unaware of Meng Chuan’s Turtle Back trait, enabling him to stay submerged for extended periods.

Suddenly, someone on the higher bank pointed downstream and shouted:

"Over there, Master Meng is coming out!"

The group looked over, only to see Meng Chuan dragging a thin layer of skin, vaguely resembling the towering crocodile monster coming ashore.

Everyone rushed over, surrounding the sight of Bo Gang, now just a layer of skin with an extremely miserable death, casting shocked glances at Meng Chuan.

Though Bo Gang is dead, his aura lingers.

Those beneath the Martial Arts Family threshold were intimidated by the corpse’s emitted ferocity, retreating as they murmured:

"Whoa... a Celestial Demon was drained to a husk; it’s my first time seeing this."

"Was it Master Meng’s punch that exploded the demon’s insides?"

The Martial Arts Family aren’t afraid of the dead demon.

As they examined the skin, several showed strange expressions but resisted voicing it.

"Rumor has it Master Meng was previously obsessed with finding a blood cultivation technique; seeing this... he probably found it."

They dared not speak these thoughts aloud, only muttering privately.

Carrying the skeleton ashore, Meng Chuan had already guessed the group’s thoughts.

Without much explanation, he nodded and approached Long Jiu and the others he knew well.

The world is like this, strength is seen, not hearts.

He has never harmed humans, his Martial Arts Will is evident to all, regardless of others’ speculation.

Mutterings are allowed; spreading rumors, he won’t tolerate!

"Thanks for the hard work, junior."

Chen Jing handed over United University pill, Long Jiu stood nearby grinning, satisfied looking at Bo Gang’s corpse.

Meng Chuan was courteous with Chen Jing, all being part of United University, words weren’t necessary, he consumed the pill to replenish depleted spring water.

Seeing the visible deep scar on Long Jiu’s waist, Meng Chuan apologized:

"Sorry I was late, Long uncle."

Long Jiu waved a hand with a smile:

"What’s late? Not at all, if you hadn’t come, nobody could handle this crocodile fiend."

He glanced at the two wounds on Meng Chuan, already scabbed.

If he hadn’t been soaked in the water, they’d almost have healed already!

"Old, indeed..."

Long Jiu could live more than a hundred years, yet the sight of the young man in his twenties before him made him feel he might have already grown old...